Greg sat on the couch, staring blankly at his TV. His daughter was behind him in the kitchenette, preparing her breakfast. He couldn't see her, but he could still visualize Olivia perfectly. She wore the same thing every morning.
A pair of dainty, cheek-hugging panties. And nothing else.
Her long, black hair would be draped down her shoulders and chest in streaming ribbons and her voluptuous bust would be exposed along with her thick pink nipples.
His daughter's figure had been tormenting Greg for weeks. But only the day before she had made him an offer. A poisonous salve for his predicament.
"I'm sorry Liv, but... That offer you made yesterday. Did you mean that?"
"Oh, about giving you a hand? Sure, wouldn't be a problem."
"I see," Gregg muttered. "Then now would be a good time."
"Okay!" she chirped. "Lemme just finish up these eggs real quick and I'll be right over."
Eventually Liv rounded the corner. She was still three-quarters nude, her bright blue eyes beaming, and an absent smile on her face. Her gaze was immediately drawn to her dad's waist. Through his boxer shorts, the tenting of an erection was obvious.
"You'll have to take it out if you want me to do sumthin'."
"Right, of course." Gregg stood and, with a tremor in his heart, lowered the waistband of his last defense. Free at last, his erect member sprung with joy.
Liv clapped her hands. "You're ready then! Here we go."
Her dad's already pounding heart almost burst when the girl pushed her fingers into her own waistband and began shimmying out of her little blue panties. "Wait, what are you taking those off for?"
"It's a personal policy of mine not to suck cock before lunch. And since we're family, giving you a handjob feels a little impersonal. So it makes the most sense to go ahead and use my pussy. That's ok with you, right?"
Gregg's cock bobbed. A pained breath snaked its way out of his throat. "If that's what you want to do."
In an instant, Liv stood before her father fully exposed. For the first time he saw the light puff of black hair over her sex. "Cool!" she said, hands on her hips. "Just sit back then. This one's on me."